"This is where we saw the man fall, isn't it?" asked Dick.
"Yes," nodded Greg.
"But there was blood on the ground then," urged Dave. "I don't see any now."
"It must have been goblin blood, then," laughed Tom rather unsteadily, for this mystery began to look unearthly.
"Hold on," hinted Dick. "Doesn't it look as though fresh earth had been sprinkled here?"
"Of course it does," nodded Harry. "And the earth has soaked up the blood."
"I don't see any soaked-up blood," objected Greg.
"No; because it's so well covered and soaked up," argued Hazelton.
"But wait until I find a stick, and we'll stir up that dirt.
Then we'll find the red stuff mixed to a sort of mud, and——-"
"Come along out of this, you ghoul!" uttered Tom almost wrathfully, as he seized his friend by the arm.
"We'll go to the door," Dick suggested. "Perhaps we can get inside. At any rate, we can find out whether there is any one inside who wants help."